Jonesing For Mayhem

There was Mayhem at the Jones Ave. Library thanks to Mesdames Rosemary Aubert, M. H. Callway, Rosemary McCracken and D. J. McIntosh. It was an opportunity for me to see these familiar faces as working authors, not as lunch dates, follow work-shoppers or teachers. Besides discussing the challenges for women authors in today’s publishing world they each read from their recent work. Some were already familiar with the writers & asked questions that went beyond ‘where do you get your ideas from.’ moon

the moon was obscured by clouds

Each of the Mesdames brought a very different aspect of ‘mystery’ writing to the event. During q&a the difference between a thriller & a mystery was discussed, also what a ‘cozy’ is – was almost defined. Lost Girl was mentioned several times & it appears to have brought many new readers to the mystery fold. Rosemary Aubert, representing the mystery in mystery genre, read from her new book, Don’t Forget You Love Me, the long-awaited follow-up to her award-winning Ellis Portal mystery series. Set in Toronto, and spanning many decades, this series makes use of Toronto, its history and many neighbourhoods more effectively than many I’ve read. eggs

he was egged on to do it

Rosemary McCracken was next with a sample of  her popular Pat Tierney mysteries, which represent the domestic mystery with elements of thriller tossed in. If you thought investment counselling was all profit and loss, Pat Tierney will show you otherwise. D. J. McIntosh gave us a taste of her upcoming novel, The Angel of Eden, to be published by Penguin in May. She specializes in antiquity mysteries – similar to Dan Brown (but better written). A complex weaving of the past and present make her books an educating and, at the same time, fun read. mirror

the body in the wardrobe

Finally, facilitator M. H. Callway read from her newly published debut novel, Windigo Fire. Her novel is of the wild out-doors adventure mystery genre. Each of the readers were confident, practiced, and picked the right moments to represent their work – moments that had enough cliff-hanger to make you want to read their books, in M.H.’s case it was literally a cliffhanger. It’s been sometime since I’ve been to a reading event of this type and was happy to see it attracted a full house of clearly interested & invested mystery readers. Proof, to me, that the physical book is not becoming an antiquity. sample Locket “You know more about this than you are telling me.” Jack leaned back in his chair. “So, why don’t you stop playing around and tell me what you know.”

“I’ve told you everything I know about this. I hardly knew Steve. A remote cousin ‚I met once at a family picnic many, many years ago.” Dave didn’t know where to look in the room. Ceiling, floor, at the detective.

“Must have made some impression on you then. if you can recall him now after all these many, many years.”

“I only recall because you asked. There should be some photos of that picnic. Somewhere.”

“Photos?” Jack leaned forward. “Now we are getting some place. That’s the sort of something we need now. Where are these photos?”

“It’s been years. Could be at my mother’s place. Sis may have some in one of her albums.”

“We’ll get on that as soon as you’ve told me everything.”

“I’ve told you everything. What makes you think I’m holding out something?”

“Everybody has something to hide. I’ll find out. Have no worry about that. There isn’t much you can hide from me.”

“I am not hiding anything about this from you or anybody. I don’t know anything to hide.”

“Perhaps a a couple of nights behind bars will give you more time to think. It can be arranged.”

“What more do you think I can tell you? I didn’t know the man. Never really met him.”

“Did you know the victim?”


“Yes.” Jack slipped a photo across the table to Dave. “Not a pretty sight, but the face is recognizable.”

“No, I don’t know her.”

“Look closely.”

“It’s pointless. I don’t know her.”

“Perhaps you recognize this.” Jack took a pendant out of the desk. It was an intricate gold chain with a clumsy locket on the end. The locket was encrusted with red and green stones.


“Yes, murder is always ugly.” Jack opened the locket. “More pretty pictures for you.”

Inside the locket Dave saw photographs of his two children – Jen and Peter. “Those are my kids! How did …”

“How old are your children?”

“Five and eight.”

“Hmm. The lab tells me these photos were taken nearly a hundred years ago.”

“A hundred years ago?”

“You sure there isn’t something you haven’t told me?” soon

June 5-7 – attending – Capturing Fire – Washington DC


(I’ve registered already 🙂 )

June 21-26 – attending – Rosemary Aubert’s Workshop: The Novelist’s Selfie – Loyalist – Belleville loyclass

register now while there is room at the table

page 23 for details next page down for registration info June 27, Saturday – 7:00-  Feature: Hot Summer Nights at Hirut, Hirut Restaurant, 2050 Danforth Ave., Toronto summer15 September 3-6 – attending – Fan Expo Expo15 October 18, Sunday – feature: Cabaret Noir: Inner Child Sacrifice partsnoir   purple

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